Epilogue: As Blaze Grows Weaker, Lois Grows...More Demonic

"Where the fuck is Jimmy Olsen? I want those goddamn photos on my desk by the end of the day!"

Lois Lane was not a mild-mannered reporter, even before she had swapped genitals with Angie. With a baby on the way, she had swallowed her pride and asked Perry White for an associate editor job—and the old man, bless his shriveled, tobacco-stained soul, had done it. Now Lois was on City desk, running herd on three salaried reporters and ten times as many freelancers, not to mention layout artists, graphic designers, photographers, an archivist...

...it was sending her blood pressure through the roof. And the one thing that helped her get through the day was getting home to her loving wife, a nice hot steak, maybe a cold beer and a blowjob...

Which is why Lois was upset, when she opened the door and saw a pair of men's shoes in the shoe rack. From the other room, she heard a familiar feminine giggle...and an unfamiliar male voice. Lois Lane's head instant began to pound, two points of white heat throbbed just above her eyes. Silent as a ghost, she slid out of her heels. There was a soft feminine moan...and Lois could not express the emotions in her heart.

Everything had been fine this morning. She had left Angie sprawled across the bed with a cunt full of cum, last night's jizz a flaky white mess on her crimson tits. Lois had bent down and planted a kiss right on her navel...right where her stomach was just beginning to pooch out, the only visible sign yet that she was pregnant...and the dickgirl reporter had walked out the door with a light heart, thinking about how she was going to make love to her wife tonight. The thought of that tight pussy had been the only thing keeping Lois going all day, and now...

She tip-toed to the bedroom. Fingernails digging into her palms. Her teeth suddenly felt two sizes two small for her mouth.

"Oh, Lois is going to love that!" Blaze said.

"Hrrrgh?" Lois said, her voice suddenly deeper by an octave.

The reporter stepped forward...and found Blaze, in a bathrobe, standing next to Jimmy Olsen, also fully clothed—albeit shoeless. On the bed were were a selection of glamour shots. The redhaired photographer looked up at Lois and smiled...and then his smile died.

"Uh, hi chief," he said and gulped, his adam's apple running up and down his throat.

"Jhiiimmmyyyy," Lois couldn't stop showing her teeth to Jimmy. Her clothes were suddenly too small for her body...her cock pressing against her skirt, jacket too tight across her shoulders.

Angie looked over...and the scarlet succubus paled a little, her crimson cheeks turning momentarily pink.

"Uh...James, you had better run along now. I think my girlfriend and I need to...talk."

Lois stalked over to the bed. They were nude photos of her girlfriend. Legs spread. Pussy and ass gaping. Some of them even involved toys. They had been shot in their own bedroom...when? Days ago, at least. Maybe a week. How long had...

"NicetoseeyouMissLaneI'llcatchyouattheofficebye!" Jimmy said as he slid out. Lois heard the door slam. She trembled, barely able to contain her rage...her lust...

Angie stepped toward Lois and put her hands on the reporter's shoulders, full of concern.

"So, um. This was going to be a little surprise. Document the pregnancy week by week and all that. Just something a little special for...you and me..." Angie bit her lip. She reached up to touch the reporter's forehead, and Lois flinched. "Are you...feeling okay, sweetmeat?"

Cloth ripped. Lois Lane's cock burst free, shreds of wet panties fluttering to the ground beneath it. Angie gave a weak little smile.

"Yeah, let me get that for you..."

She dropped to her knees. Both hands clasped around the dick, which to Lois Lane looked bigger and thicker than normal. Without preamble, Blaze's mouth glomped onto the side of the swollen purple head, tongue running up and over the glans....and Lois felt the mix of heartache and murderous rage slowly drain out of her. The reporter turned to look at the vanity mirror on her right...and stopped cold.

Pink cones had popped out of her forehead. Almost forgetting the dutiful demon slathering on her dick, Lois reached up and touched them...finding them hard and smooth to the touch, the skin around them swollen and sensitive. The reporter opened her mouth...and saw her canines had grown longer and sharper. Veritable fangs.

Her hand came down...had her fingernails always been this long and sharp? And settled on her girlfriend's head. Many times, Lois liked to grab onto Blaze's own horns and set the pace of a blowjob, but now she pulled the fellating fiend's head back and stared into those pure white eyes.

"Angie...what the hell happened to me? Did you do this?"

The pregnant demon licked her lips.

"Um. Well, you know how I told you my powers were getting weaker, and I thought maybe it was the baby?"

"Yessss..." Lois said.

"I think...um...you've been absorbing them. Little by little. Every time we fuck. Adding to your own demonic essence."

Lois digested this news. It seemed incredible. She sighed.

"I thought...when I came home, and there was already someone else here...I thought you were cheating on me."

Blaze pumped the reporter's cock with both hands. The demon grinned.

"You do love me," Blaze whispered. Her voice sank down to a husky tone as she let one hand slide down to play with the reporter's balls. "You know, since the photos aren't a surprise any more...Jimmy does shots for couples too. Maybe we could make some memories..."

Lois Lane groaned. The last vestige of anger had fled from her body, and all that was left the burning, primal need to fuck her pregnant mate until she heard Blaze gasp and squeal...and Blaze grinned hugely as she tugged at the cock, to drag Lois down on the carpet. The demon's robe fell open to show the wet, pink slit.

"Come on, daddy," Blaze panted. "Come to mommy."

For a demon who had spent her entire existence hoarding every scrap of power, there was something so freeing in welcoming that hard cock into her dripping twat. To clutch Lois Lane tight to her and cross her heels behind her back. To give everything she had, just to feel her cunt stretched to its maximum, plumbed to its deepest depth, to hear the sweet nothings that Lois would whisper in her ear as that hot, black cream drenched her cunt as though it could get her any more pregnant than she already was...and a little more of that power escaped, and things changed inside of Lois Lane's body and soul...and would keep changing.

Blaze had no idea where it would end...but she did know that she couldn't stop now, even if she wanted to. She couldn't live without Lois Lane's dick.